No Grapes, No Wine, No Rakia

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Back in the village I checked out my crop of grapes, which are to make this year’s wine and rakia. I was shocked to see that they were all scattered over the ground, hardly any remaining on the stalks on the vine. They had been invaded by a flock of starlings and the crop is ruined. No grapes mean no wine and no rakia this year. That is really bad luck.